Fo 5 Click
I was handed
This disposition
I'm hand-picked
No opposition
I'm on a mission
In the pole position
Anchor leg
I be the first to finish
First class
To my destination
No hesitation
I'll pop your mellon
Technologically
On another level
Connect a Power Glove
To a PlayStation
I'm All Nation
Awlday
All-Pro
With a tight fade
I'm also
In another league
New followers
Every day
Cover girls
Wanna come and play
My wife sees
Like light speed
Sorry
No time to conversate
No autographs
On holidays
I wish I could sleep for a while
Then run the streets gettin' wild
They say the future is now
Like Karma Sutra with style
Cover ya hooters and smile
On Instagram in denial
She want my money in piles
The picket fence with house
I want a bunch of respect
My reparations a tech
A federal check
My 40 acres with the mule and
Oh yes
Another tool for the Feds
A studio for the heads
An underground bunker
With a box for the bread
Red Fox for the laughs
Vivecca Fox for the stabs
Lakefront penthouse with a
Pen and a pad
Instead of drippin' with swag
Magma Cum Laude the grads
Instead of drippin' with sauce
Go be the boss with the plan
Instead of being the man
Try really being the man
Electoral votes to cast
Inaugurations to plan
Designers furnish the lab
I hope they furnish it well
Believe that anything can happen
Ask the Cali cartel
I'm out in Cali my man
Colorado to France
Don't jump on my stage
Imma show you some hands
The rhyme's an afrodisiac
You fall in a trance
Wake up
Now you're searching for your bra and your pants
If I ain't wearing the pants
Then I ain't part of the plan
Some people born the lead
You gotta know where you stand
A microphone in my hand
A contract with a grand
No time for rehearsal
Either put up or fail
I hit the nail on the head
Like lead foot to the gas
Never let these hyenas
Catch you counting your cash
A small safe for the stash
Swiss bank for the mass
Do your math
Or get comfortable with
Losing it fast
I'm either cruising the block
Or home reviewing my stocks
Or buying real estate
Making flips out of flops
Or else I'm at work
At an Irish p-l-c
Or else I'm at home
Hanging with my p-y-t
This disposition
I'm hand-picked
No opposition
I'm on a mission
In the pole position
Anchor leg
I be the first to finish
First class
To my destination
No hesitation
I'll pop your mellon
Technologically
On another level
Connect a Power Glove
To a PlayStation
I'm All Nation
Awlday
All-Pro
With a tight fade
I'm also
In another league
New followers
Every day
Cover girls
Wanna come and play
My wife sees
Like light speed
Sorry
No time to conversate
No autographs
On holidays
I wish I could sleep for a while
Then run the streets gettin' wild
They say the future is now
Like Karma Sutra with style
Cover ya hooters and smile
On Instagram in denial
She want my money in piles
The picket fence with house
I want a bunch of respect
My reparations a tech
A federal check
My 40 acres with the mule and
Oh yes
Another tool for the Feds
A studio for the heads
An underground bunker
With a box for the bread
Red Fox for the laughs
Vivecca Fox for the stabs
Lakefront penthouse with a
Pen and a pad
Instead of drippin' with swag
Magma Cum Laude the grads
Instead of drippin' with sauce
Go be the boss with the plan
Instead of being the man
Try really being the man
Electoral votes to cast
Inaugurations to plan
Designers furnish the lab
I hope they furnish it well
Believe that anything can happen
Ask the Cali cartel
I'm out in Cali my man
Colorado to France
Don't jump on my stage
Imma show you some hands
The rhyme's an afrodisiac
You fall in a trance
Wake up
Now you're searching for your bra and your pants
If I ain't wearing the pants
Then I ain't part of the plan
Some people born the lead
You gotta know where you stand
A microphone in my hand
A contract with a grand
No time for rehearsal
Either put up or fail
I hit the nail on the head
Like lead foot to the gas
Never let these hyenas
Catch you counting your cash
A small safe for the stash
Swiss bank for the mass
Do your math
Or get comfortable with
Losing it fast
I'm either cruising the block
Or home reviewing my stocks
Or buying real estate
Making flips out of flops
Or else I'm at work
At an Irish p-l-c
Or else I'm at home
Hanging with my p-y-t
Credits
Writer(s): James Macon Iii
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